It seems as though I utter the words “I’m so exhausted” every minute these days. I’m suffering from exhaustion, and my body shows a number of symptoms that I’m well acquainted with and that I associate with exhaustion. The problem is that most of these symptoms seem unknown to my friends and coworkers as resulting from exhaustion, and they either look at me strange or laugh at my face calling me a freak.
I would like to know if any of you heard of or suffer from the same symptoms.
- Nose bleed. I’d be sitting at my desk and working, and suddenly blood drops out of one of the nostrils. Or I feel my nose is runny. I grab a tissue and wipe my nose and it turns out it’s blood. It rarely happens though.
- Painful nostril. One of the nostrils get red and hard and painful.
- Tongue needles. That’s the term directly translated from Korean and I don’t know what they are called in English. Some teeny little protrusions on tongue that feel like needles poking on the tongue. At least I know some people (Koreans) suffer from it.
- Pain on the side of the tongue. It feels like a small part of the tongue has become stiff and it hurts.
- Cracks at the corner of the lips where upper lip meets lower lip. I would first get some suspicious redness around the corner and the next day, the corner would look like it’s cut slightly to make the mouth bigger or something. It hurts like a son of a bitch.
- Slight numbness of the face. The face doesn’t feel a little strange, until I touch my face (I do that a lot since it feels strange) at which point my face feels numb.
So? Anyone? Anyone?
Yesterday morning, Brandy attacked Georgia. Brandy was gnawing on a little tree branch and she walked away sniffing around and doing something else. Georgia went over to the tree branch and started gnawing on it. Brandy saw it and she jumped on Georgia. I got Brandy off of Georgia pretty fast without any injury to myself, but Georgia’s lone front leg was bleeding profusely. I had to separate Brandy first to do anything with Georgia, so I put her inside a crate, picked up the rolled bandage and ran back outside. I have never seen so much blood in my whole life and I seriously thought I was going to lose Georgia from losing too much blood.
I put the bandage on her and drove to the nearest emergency vet where they clipped the wound and examined it. Then the attending veterinarian thought it was best for a surgeon to open up Georgia’s leg because there were just too much blood coming out and was worried about damages to any ligaments or nerves. I called my vet Dr. L, and drove Georgia over where she opened her up and confirmed there were no permanent damage, it was just that the bite was to the largest vein in her leg. They put a drain in her leg so that the blood accumulated in her leg would drain out and I was told that she’s doing well. I either pick her up later today depending on how much the swelling goes down.
Brandy will have another thorough check up on Saturday because of her recent aggression. Besides, I’ve been worried about her general health since now she smells like a dog. For those who are going “isn’t Brandy a dog?” Yes, she is. But ever since I’ve switched all my dogs to prey model raw diet, they just stopped smelling like a dog even when they are soaking wet. But now Brandy smells like a dog and I just know something’s not right on top of her pneumonia and on top of her bacterial overgrowth (her stool is STILL loose). She’s been having accidents over night and now her eyes are so watery she has tear marks under her eyes. I’m really worried.
Life is a bitch and I’m tired of her.
I was coming out of shower feeling all refreshed after a hard muggy day of picking mushrooms, 391 mushrooms to be exact, under the blazing sun. Having had an unusually cool May in New York, today was the first day this year the AC kept chugging on to keep the house in respectably comfortable temperature. Naturally, it felt good coming out of the shower. I felt great. It seemed I could go on another round of mushroom picking. I ALMOST understood the satisfaction people talk about getting, after putting in a good day’s worth of hard labor. Almost.
I reached for the towel when something in my reflection on the mirror caught my eye. I did a double take and there it was. A black dot on my right thigh, right near the bikini line; about a quarter inch away from it. I looked down to search for the dot. I had to search because the rolls of fat blocked a straight clear view of that spot; considering the location, I’m surprised I found it so easily. When I finally got a look at it, I touched it, and as with every blemish, bug bites, pimples, scabs, peeling skin, etc, I proceeded to pick on it. To my surprise, the dot came right off leaving some reddish pigment on my skin. It came right off in the form of a bloodsucking tick!
I started studying this poor disgusting creature on my index finger. I say “poor” creature because it undeniably picked a wrong spot to hold its bloodfest. Its body was as flat as it could be, obviously from being squashed mercilessly when I was sitting down, and I could see only a trace of blood on it. It was trying to move though. It had probably passed out from all the weight squashing it while I was sitting down, and probably thought it reached the end of the rope when I was taking shower, but then by some miracle, it could breathe with ease again and thanked the lord and counted its blessings. I flushed it down the toilet.
After putting clothes on, I went downstairs and did any normal rational human being who just found a tick on her body would do. I frantically looked for ticks on my dogs’ bodies and applied Frontline Plus on them. Then I finally relaxed, sat down and went, phew… now THAT’s all taken care of!
Ironic, I think to myself right now. Because that IS all I can do about it. How come there are tick preventatives for pets, but not for humans? Where is that Frontline Double Plus for humans that we apply in between our shoulder blades?

